fill him in

“Ah, about that….” I twist my foot on the floor like a nervous schoolgirl. “I have no problem signing whatever you need me to, but if you could do your best to make THAT happen, it would be greatly appreciated.”

The man laughs and gives me a twisted smile “oh, I see you don’t want to be just dominated; you want to be owned by a big black man inside and out.” He smiles, “here, sign this, and I’ll do my best.” He passed me another document “once you're finished, lay down on the table over there in what you don’t care about getting ruined, and we will get started.”

In truth, I would have been perfectly happy with just plain sex and the child, but we got here too late, and it was too late to turn back now, so I signed the document and laid it down on the table. I was so nervous I completely forgot to take my dress off before laying down, and by the time I realized what I have done, he had already re-entered the room naked.

His eyes raised when he saw I didn’t get underdressed “you realize I’m going to destroy everything you have on?”

I wanted to ask for more time to take the dress off, but I was too ashamed that I didn’t do it before lying down and stunned by his massive 13-inch cock to do so “yes, sir.”

“Ok, then let’s begin” he locks my arms and legs into bindings that are attached to the table, drawing my body into an x “from now on, you will call me master.”

“Ok, master,” I nervously answered.

“How much was this dress.” He asked as he gripped the neckline

“300 or 400 hundred, I think”… there was a pause of silence before he ‘gently’ slapped me across the face, quickly reminding me to add, “oh, I’m sorry ...master.”

“And your bra and thong.”

“I think 75 for the set master” this time, I made sure not to forget this last part.

“Well, there goes 400” in one impressively strong pull, he ripped my dress right down my cleavage line, and he didn’t stop when it was off my body. Oh no, he continued ripping so it could never be repaired, shredding it completely and leaving me bonded in just my thong and my bra. I can feel my ass cheek resting on the cold metal table. He grabbed the whip and gently ran its leather over my cleavage.” promise your master; you will never wear a dress like that again.”

“What, why?” Wack, he whips my cleavage

“It should be clear. That looks is only for me.”

Fearing his next whip, I answer, “yes, ok, I promise.”

Whack, he whips the other side of my tit, and I instantly knew what I forgot “your promise, what?”

“I promise, master.”

He walked around the table, tapping the whip in his hand. “Before we fuck, I think you need to pay for betraying that man out there.” Wack, he hits my stomach with the whip “what a bitch you are..” wack, “you want to carry a black man child that bad, you stupid bitch.” He hit my stomach one more time before flipping me over on the table and began assaulting my ass cheeks with the whip.

With My red stomach and red cleavage resting on the cold steel of the table, while my red ass cheeks poking out from me right in front of his face, “it about time we burn another 75 dollars.”

My breath is taken away when I feel the cold steel of a knife on my wet pussy. Two parts of that surprise me — the cold steel of the knife and my dripping wet pussy. I never thought I would be wet from being whipped, let alone dripping wet. Slip my thong was cut right below my pussy.

What happened next surprised me; without warning, he slammed his cock into me from behind. All thirteen inches of him split me all at once. I couldn’t help but scream, “shot master too big, your COCK IS TOO FUCK BIG! It’s ripping me in two.” as I tried to become adjusted to it, I felt the blade of the knife pass through the shoulder straps of being bra. I can feel the length of the chain attached to my arm bracelets lengthen. Then his free hand grabs my throat, pulling me upwards and pressing my back into his chest as feel the knife on my hip pressing outwards against the side strap on my thong.

As I struggled to breathe against his grip, I found my second surprise, I was cumming from being choked, and I couldn’t believe it or control it. I lost control over my hips, and they gyrated on their own, causing the knife to slice the thread of my thong, causing the last bit of my thong to fall off. The last bit of clothing I have on is my bra, which is just hanging off my tits without any shoulder straps. His hips begin to bounce me on top of him. To tell you, the reader, the truth, I don’t know if it was him bouncing me or me bouncing myself on top of his dick. I tried to scream, but all that came up were muffled groans through his chokehold. When I was just about ready to pass out, he let go of my throat, and the air and blood came rushing back to my head, causing me to have the biggest orgasm of my life as I fell back to the table “OH SHIT MASTER… I’m I’m CUMMING.” He laughs as he continues to fuck me from behind. It took what little breath I had when I felt my tits sway and the cold steel on my extremely hard nipples. Sometime between him fucking me upright and him fucking me doggy style, my cups fell off my breast and now hang off my toned stomach.

I feel him pull on the straps of my bra as the front squeezes my stomach. He could have easily just unhooked it, but for some reason, I get more enjoyment out of him ripping it off of me. As the front of it tore across my stomach, I found myself moaning and screaming in pleasure. In fact, I screamed bloody ****, and his finger dug into my ass, and his massive black cock rammed my cervix.

I could feel the fabric of my bra ripping into my already red skin before finally giving away and ripping like all the rest of my clothing, and it quickly found its place in the pile with the rest of them. That that I’m completely naked, his hand returned to my throat. This time he just held me in place with it and didn’t squeeze. “Bitch, who owns you!”

I moaned, “you do.”

With his cock lugged as deep as it will go, he spanks my ass, sending shivers both up my spine and to my womb “scream it bitch.”

I did exactly what my master demanded and screamed, “YOU OWN ME,” at the top of my laugh as I orgasm for the third time that night.

He continued to ram his cock in and out of me as he groaned, “so bitch, what do you want me to do to you.”

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I screamed, “BREED ME” as he came straight into my womb. After five ropes hit my womb, he quickly pulled his cock out of me and rammed it into my ass, Stealing my anal virginity all in one motion.

After that, the rest of the night was a blur. I can’t really tell you if we fucked for another hour or five.

But when we were done, I thought to hold on to my consciousness and sanity as his cum flooded out of every hole in my body. Since I was unable to speak due to the cum that was still in my mouth, master, so nice to call out to my husband, “Hey dude, we are done; you can come and get her” to my horror, he called wasn’t loud. Most of my moans were louder than it was, not to mention my scream, which I did most of the time. Answering my fears, my husband did enter the room. As the man passed my husband on his way out, he said: “The key to her cuffs is on the counter, and dam dude, your wife is the kinkiest bitch I have ever met.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” my husband answered without raising his head.

As my husband was unlocking my wrist, I asked him, “how much did you hear.”

“Almost all of it. I don’t think there is a room in this house that didn’t.”

I looked away and said, “I guess we are even now.”

He answered, “yes, we are”

That was the last we spoke that night. We left all the rags that we once my blue dress and matching black thong and panties on the floor. We didn’t need any more souvenirs from this night; we already had the one growing in my belly. Oddly enough, after what just happened to me, it didn’t bother me to be driven home naked and cum covered. Of course, I was in the back lying down, not that I could sit up or stand unassisted if I tried. We never spoke about that night after that. It took my body a long time to recover from that night.

Nine months later, I gave birth to a black baby body who grew up to be built exactly like his father, quickly surpassing his older brother in every way. To my surprise, Chris was a better father to him than to his own son. He even gave him his own personal nickname, ‘marriage saver’ or ms for sort. Of course, he never really understood his nickname, nor did we ever want him to.

As for our sex life, we tried to have sex about a month after I gave birth, but we just both could get into the mood. So we just accepted we would have sex again when we both were ready, which never really happened. As for the rest of our marriage, It was great. Chris and I both worked from home, and we were never unhappy or apart again.